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I can’t keep doing this, and I know it.

If I don’t change, my situation won’t change.

I shake off the urge to comply. “I can’t.”

He frowns lightly and lets out a soft sigh. “I hardly ever see you, Saffy.”

Don’t feel bad, just stick to your guns.

“Sorry. You know I could have put in vacation days if you’d asked.”

I don’t know how many times I’ve reminded him of that option.

He never asks me to take a vacation to spend time with him.

His requests are always last minute.

“It’s fine,” he mumbles, letting me go. “You’d better get to work. Don’t let me hold you up.”

He moves back into the bedroom, slapping the door closed on me.

God, I hate it when he does that.

I brush off the guilt before it can sink in too deep.

We don’t spend enough time together.

I promise myself I’ll make it up to him tonight.

Right now, I need to haul my ass to work before it gets any later.

Chapter two

Sapphire

It’s ten after nine when I make it to my office, only slightly out of breath and trying to tell myself it’s all good. Divina never asks for meetings before ten a.m. There’s no way I’ve missed something important. I sling my jacket and purse on top of the filing cabinet that’s next to my desk, and I sink into my seat just as Julie walks in with a cup of coffee.

“Oh, there you are!” she exclaims, her eyes widening. “You’d better get your ass to the kitchen. Divina wants to speak to you.”

“She does?” I ask.

“Like seriously, Saph. She’s got that ready to burst look on her face. If you don’t go now, she might actually explode, and I for one don’t want to be cleaning her guts off the walls.”

I snort as I get to my feet. Jules definitely has a way with words.

Smoothing my clothes down, I head for the door.

My hand shakes as I open it.

Divina Malone is the woman I looked up to as a journalism student, and when I met her, I realized she’s as formidable in person as she always seemed on TV.

She knows bullshit when she hears it.

That’s virtually her personal catchphrase.

Nothing gets past her, and I can’t help worrying that she’s not happy about my timekeeping lately.

Ben didn’t help me this morning, but I haven’t been too great at getting here before nine this last year or so. I’ve had to keep setting my alarm earlier and earlier to make it in on time.

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